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96 Court Netherleigh. We might all have been killed. They should keep their material in safer order.” She looked up as she spoke. Some drops of rain were beginning to fall. Mr. Grubb put up his umbrella, and held it over her. To do this, he laid down a small hand-bag of Russia leather, on the silver clasp of which was engraved ‘‘C. Grubb.” Miss Upton read the name, rose from her box, and looked him steadily in the face. ‘It is a good face and a handsome one,” she thought to herself. «Sir, ls your name Grubb P” she asked. | “Yes, madam, it is.” ‘‘T read it here,” she explained, pointing to the old-fashioned article. = ‘Ah yes,” he smiled. ‘It was my late father’s bag, and that was his name.” ‘Was he Christopher Grubb ?” * Pie was.” She put her hand on his coat-sleeve, apparently for the purpose of steadying herself while regarding his face more attentively. ‘You have your mother’s eyes,” she said. ‘‘I should know them anywhere. JBeautiful eyes they were. And so are yours.” ‘And may I enquire who it is that is doing honour to my vanity in saying this?” he rejoined, in the winning voice and manner characteristic of him. “Ay, if you like. I daresay you have heard of me I am Margery Upton.” ‘Indeed I have ; and I have wondered sometimes whether I should ever, see you. Thea did you know my mother, Miss Upton ?” ‘““T did; in the old days when we were girls together. Has she never told you so?” ‘Not to my recollection.” ‘“T see. Resented our resentment, and dropped us out of her life as we dropped her,” commented Miss Upton partly to herself, as she sat down again. ‘‘ What a tinkering they keep up there! Is your mother living P ” “Ves; but she is a great invalid.” ‘Ts it you who are about to marry Lord Acorn’s daughter?” con- tinued Miss Upton. “Yes. I have just come from them.” ‘““T knew the name was Grubb, and that he was a City man and wealthy,” she candidly continued; “‘and the thought occurred to me that it might possibly be the son of the Christopher Grubb I heard some- thing of in early life. I did not put the question to the Acorns.” ‘It is by them I have heard you spoken of,” he remarked. ‘“ Also by my sister.” ‘By your sister!” exclaimed Miss Upton in surprise. ‘‘ What sister? What does she know of me?” ‘“‘She was staying some fourteen or fifteen months ago with the Dalrymples of Moat Grange—it was at the time of Mr. Dalrymple’s ECOPMIELIOO KS. EO im